"I'd expect something with more horns and teeth." He runs a hand through his hair, smiling too when she laughs. It felt strange to smile. He hardly ever did anymore or felt the urge to. So much of his lifestyle back home was doom and gloom but it was the life he'd chosen, the life that had accepted him when no one else would. "I haven't seen any spirits. Before I was here I was dreaming, though."

He'd dreamt of her, of their battle with Snoke's personal guard. The moment when she'd turned on him, the blinding light from that split lightsaber burning in the back of his eyes, was still fresh in his mind. It had been very real but now it was like a broken record in the back of his head, making him wary of trusting her even as he finds comfort in her presence. His smile slips somewhat and he folds his hands together, not sure how to look at her.